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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.