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 France and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.