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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.