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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.