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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.