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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.