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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Jandek,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.