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 Suriname and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.