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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 Salvador and Stockholm.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
Swans,
the Association,
Suicide,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.