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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Deadbeat,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Q65,
Excepter,
Swans,
the Sonics,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.