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 Botswana and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Magma,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.