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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.