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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.