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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
X-102,
Flipper,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
U.S. Maple,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.