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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.