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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.