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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Liliput,
Chrome,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Can,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.