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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fear to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.