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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.