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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.