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 Kiribati and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.