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 Andorra and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Skarface 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Can,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.