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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.