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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.