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 Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.