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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.