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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.