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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.