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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.