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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Ossler,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.