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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June Days,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Barbara Tucker,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
UT,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.