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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Mark Hollis,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.