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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cluster,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.