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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.