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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the jazz 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Sound,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.