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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Faust,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.