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 Togo and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.