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 United Kingdom 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.