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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Swans,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Divine Comedy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.