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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Minny Pops to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.