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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.