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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.