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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.