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 Lithuania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
AZ,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
MC5,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.