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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.