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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.