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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.