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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.