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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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?
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Swans,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.