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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.