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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.