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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.