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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.