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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.