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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.