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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Tears for Fears to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Skriet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.