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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motorama 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
ABC,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.