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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.