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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.