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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.