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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.