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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Yellowson,
The Smiths,
Index,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.