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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
UT,
Brick,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.