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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terry Callier 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.