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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
David Bowie,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.