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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.