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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.