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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
cv313,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.