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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.