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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
The New Christs,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.