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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Can,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.