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 East Timor 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Flipper,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.