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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Nico,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.