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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.