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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Cal Tjader to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.