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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.