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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.