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 Bolivia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.