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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.