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 Turkmenistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
The Cowsills,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.