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 Finland 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Flipper,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.