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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Scion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
PIL,
Crime,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.