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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.