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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.