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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.