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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.