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 Finland and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Japan,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
the Swans,
JFA,
The Index,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.