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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.