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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.