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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.