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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.