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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.