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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.