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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.