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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.