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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.