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 Moldova and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.