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 Azerbaijan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.