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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.