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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.