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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.