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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.