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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Audionom,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
EPMD,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.