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 Iraq and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.