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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
the Normal,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.