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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.