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 Equatorial Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.