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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the grunge 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.