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 Greece and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slave,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.