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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.