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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.