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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.