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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.