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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.