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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.