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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Nico,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.