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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.