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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.