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 Tanzania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.