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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
CMW,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.