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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
June Days,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.