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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Slave,
Japan,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.