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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.