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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
UT,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.