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 Madagascar and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.