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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.