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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.