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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.