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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.