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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mummies,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.