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 Cyprus and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television Personalities to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Reuben Wilson,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.