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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.