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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.