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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Rakim,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.