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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Quantec,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.