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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.