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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.