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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.