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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.