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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.