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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.