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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.