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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Television,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Wings,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.