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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Deakin,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.