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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.