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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.