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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.