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 Bolivia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Kinks to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.