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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 The Five Americans to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
The Residents,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.