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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.