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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.