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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.