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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.