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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.