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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Fugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
AZ,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.