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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the techno 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.