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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.