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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.