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 Turkey and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.