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 Namibia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.