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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Associates,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.