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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.