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 North and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.