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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
cv313,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.