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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
Index,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Excepter,
X-102,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.