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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fugs to the crunk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.