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 Russia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
Japan,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.