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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Sister Nancy to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.