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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerri Chandler to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.