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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.