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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.