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 East Timor and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the grunge 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.