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 China and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
The Litter,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.