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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
The Names,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
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.