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 Germany 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.