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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.