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 Mauritius 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the funk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.