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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.