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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.