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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Skaos to the techno 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.