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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.