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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
MDC,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.