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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Drexciya 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.