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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.