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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.