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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.