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 Gabon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.