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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the punk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
PIL,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.