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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.