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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Bluetip,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Index,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.