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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
X-101,
Nico,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.