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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.