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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.