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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Byron Stingily to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
CMW,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Blake Baxter,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.