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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Japan,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.