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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.