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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
The Move,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.