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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.