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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
The Zeros,
MDC,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.