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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Q65,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.