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 Iraq 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.