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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lyres to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.