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 Samoa and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 June of 44 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Monks,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.