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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.