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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.