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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.