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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.