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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
MDC,
AZ,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.