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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.