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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.