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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
The Remains,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.