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 Malaysia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
AZ,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.