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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Deakin,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.