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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
The Names,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.