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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Monks 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.