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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
June Days,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.