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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Cramps,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.