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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.