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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 organ 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 Silicon Teens 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.