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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The New Christs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.