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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.