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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Cure to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.