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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Searchers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.