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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Sonics,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
The Index,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.