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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.