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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh,
The Human League,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.