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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
X-101,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.