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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Monks 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites 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?
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.