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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.