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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.