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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.