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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Funkadelic 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siglo XX,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.