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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
DNA,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.