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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.