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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Section 25,
MC5,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.