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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Pole,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.