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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.