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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.