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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
CMW,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.