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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.