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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.