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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Mars,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.