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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.