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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.