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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The New Christs to the rock 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
The Smiths,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.