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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.