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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.