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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.