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 Benin and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.