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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
DNA,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.