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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Can,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.