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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.