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 Italy and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
June Days,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.