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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.