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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 sitar 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.