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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s 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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.