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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.