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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.