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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.