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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Ten City,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.