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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.