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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.