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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.