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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
UT,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.