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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Wings,
ABC,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.