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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.