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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.