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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.