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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '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 The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.