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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.