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 China and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Darondo to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.