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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
Jacques Brel,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.