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 Israel and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
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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.