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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Faust,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.