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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.