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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.