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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
ABBA,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.