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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.