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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Archie Shepp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.