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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Star Department,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.