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 Ecuador 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.