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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Wire to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.