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 Guatemala 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.