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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Blake Baxter to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.