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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.