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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fuzztones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.