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 Ireland 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
The Names,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.