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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Move,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.