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 Mozambique and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.