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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
ABBA,
Q65,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.