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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.