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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Main Source,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.