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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.