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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.