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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Roxette to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.