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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Crime,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.