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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Pole,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.