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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks 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?
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.