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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.