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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Saints,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.