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 France and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.