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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Mars,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Liliput,
JFA,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.