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 Ukraine and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.