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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Nas,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.