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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Swans,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.