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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.