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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.