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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.