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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.