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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.