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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Lalann,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.