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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.