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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.