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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Pylon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Prince Buster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.