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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.