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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.