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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Slave,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.