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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Doors to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.