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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.