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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Swans,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.