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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Residents to the rap 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.