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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Qualms,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.