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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Magma,
Jeff Lynne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.