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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.