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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lille and Salvador.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.