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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.