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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Mars,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.