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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Index,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.