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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.