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 Senegal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.