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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Index,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
JFA,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.