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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.