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 Algeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.