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 Bolivia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shuggie Otis,
Excepter,
Skarface,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.