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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Jandek,
X-101,
Excepter,
JFA,
AZ,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.