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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
JFA,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.