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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bang On A Can to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.