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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Pole,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.