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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.