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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Magma,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.