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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Brick to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.