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 Nauru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.