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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.