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 Singapore 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Matthew Bourne to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.