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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.