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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Unwound,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.