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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine 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?
Crime,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.