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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Rufus Thomas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.