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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.