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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.