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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.