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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.