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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.