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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.