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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Grass Roots,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.