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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.