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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Gong,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.