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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
The Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
CMW,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.