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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Pere Ubu,
48th St. Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.