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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Oneida,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.