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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.