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 Benin 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Can,
Josef K,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.