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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.