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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.