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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.