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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Aaron Thompson to the rock 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Technova,
Crime,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Nas,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.