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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.