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 Sudan and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Organ,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.