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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mo-Dettes,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.