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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Q65,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.