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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.