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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.