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 Gabon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.