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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
The Busters,
AZ,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.