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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the funk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Nas,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.