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 Mali and from Houston.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.