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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the rap 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
X-102,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.