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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.