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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.