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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Faust,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.