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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.