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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.