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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.