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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.