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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Motorama,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.