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 Madagascar and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Neil Young to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.