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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.