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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.