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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Nas,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.