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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.