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 Colombia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Kayak,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.