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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.