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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Avey Tare to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.