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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.