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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.