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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.