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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.