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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.