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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.