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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Panda Bear to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Nas,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.