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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.