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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.