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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.