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 Luxembourg 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.