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 Tanzania 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.