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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.