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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
the Association,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.