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 Peru and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.