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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
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.