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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Mars,
Scrapy,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Liliput,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.