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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.