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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.