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 Congo and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.