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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.