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 Brazil and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.