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 New Zealand 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
The Monks,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Rekid,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.