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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Das Ding,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.