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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Tres Demented to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.