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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Organ,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.