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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.