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 Barbados 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.