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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 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 Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Smog,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.