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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the techno 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Shoche,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
CMW,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Au Pairs,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.