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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Wire,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.