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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Theoretical Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.