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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the punk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.