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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Lower 48,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
10cc,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.