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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Main Source,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.