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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
The Litter,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.