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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
June Days,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Aswad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.