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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.