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 Moldova and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.