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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.