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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
CMW,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Magazine,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.