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 Japan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Pole 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.