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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Subhumans,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.