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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
The Gories,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.