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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Camouflage to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Busters,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.