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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Bad Manners,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.