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 Laos and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
the Normal,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.