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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.