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 Austria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Organ,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.