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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.