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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.