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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Star Department to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.