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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.