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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
The Golliwogs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
June Days,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.