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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the punk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.