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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.