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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
UT,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.