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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
the Association,
CMW,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.