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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.