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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Names to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Harry Pussy,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Gong,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.