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 South Africa and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.