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 Samoa and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek 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?
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
ABC,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Parry Music,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.