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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.