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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.