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 Nepal and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Japan,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.