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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.