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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.