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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Faust,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.