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 Cambodia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Visage,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.