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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
Reuben Wilson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.