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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.