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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Tomorrow to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.