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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.