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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kenny Larkin,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.