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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q65,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.