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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Television,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.