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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.