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 Benin 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Quantec,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.