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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.