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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Faust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.