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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd 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?
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.