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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
The Evens,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.