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 Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.