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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Suburban Knight,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.