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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Scion 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.