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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Magma,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.