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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.