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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Slave,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.