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 Angola 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Bizarre Inc. to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
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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.