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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.