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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.