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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
World's Most,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.