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 Kyrgyzstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.