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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.