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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
New Order,
Fear,
Index,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.