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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.