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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 oboe 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
June of 44,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.