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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Monolake,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.