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 Germany 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.