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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.