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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Slits,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.