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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.