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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.