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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Slave,
Erasure,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.