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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.