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 the UAE and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.