Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
The Names,
cv313,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.