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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.