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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
10cc,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.