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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
The Moody Blues,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.