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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.