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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.