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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
ABC,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.