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 Nigeria 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Swans,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.