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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.