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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Skarface to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nas,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.