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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.