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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fugs,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.