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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.